I never felt at Home — Below —
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at Home — I know —
I don’t like Paradise —
Because it’s Sunday — all the time —
And Recess — never comes —
And Eden’ll be so lonesome
Bright Wednesday Afternoons —
If God could make a visit —
Or ever took a Nap —
So not to see us — but they say
Himself — a Telescope
Perennial beholds us —
Myself would run away
From Him — and Holy Ghost — and All —
But there’s the “Judgement Day”!
take to think about this
before make a judgement
as for me i rather loved
it